Norah Jones — The Prettiest Thing

Prettiest thing I ever did see
Was lightning from the top of a cloud
Moving through the dark a million miles an hour
With somewhere to be

So why does it seem like a picture
Just hangin’ up on someone else’s wall
Lately I just haven’t been myself at all
It’s heavy on my mind

Now I’m dreamin’ again
Like I’ve always been
Way down low
I still know that
The prettiest thing I ever did see
Was dusty as the handle on the door
Rusty as a nail stuck in the ol’ pine floor
Looks like home to me

Now I’m dreamin’ again
Like I’ve always been
Way down low thinking of
The prettiest thing